Yesterday’s coffee through a cloud of Friday blues,6 hours to last call, you got nothing to lose,Making bets on long shots, you gotta play to win,2 weeks in this town…Your welcome’s already wore thin.

The ghost towns & boomtowns are stories just waiting to be,But to tell a tall tale some innocents must bleed.Bad things will happen when borders are left unchecked.And you can run for your life, but you’ll never outlive the debt.

You’re betting on a loser’s game,There’s no way you can cheat this race.More than a spectator now,You’re burning out in flames.

You’re betting on a loser’s game,You’re playing only to save face.You gotta know when you’re down,You can’t win this loser’s game.

In a room upstairs, the money & blood will flow,You’re a builder of fiction in a runaway show.But if the gamble pays off, you’ll get what you need for awhile.And you’ll run for your life, or till you run out of style.

No sleep tonight for this town,Rumors say you can’t be found.But new freedom comes with new skies,On the run for your life, or till you run out of time.